In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.
He who goes unenvied shall not be admired.
Married love between man and woman is bigger than oaths guarded by right of nature.
On me the tempest falls. It does not make me tremble. O holy Mother Earth, O air and sun, behold me. I am wronged.
Bronze is the mirror of form, wine of the heart.
It is not the oath that makes us believe the man, but the man the oath.